Wisdom Through the Trees and Stars

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In the most ancient of forests, angels would dwell whispering

secrets to men and to women formed

born from the soil of the Earth,

they rose up slowly

and the Earth called them,

her children

the First People.

It is true the animals listened too

as the Creator spoke wisdom

through the trees, and stars.

And the people still dance

in order to remember.

    

Poetry © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Image from Pixabay

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Sunlight Reflecting on Our Surface

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With so many rocks overturned, walls broken within our spirits

we fight for the rain, to bring back our rivers

for heaven to descend,

cleansing our flags,

and hopefully restore

our shattered pieces

or at least have some sunlight

reflecting on our surface

diffusing into the blue

So we create a new flow don’t we?

a deeper journey,

worth keeping

within our hearts

as we become the wholeness

we have prayed for.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

My Words Seek a Path Not Hidden

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As if in a thick forest my words

seek a path not hidden.

Well it seems as if my site has been compromised again. Yes, we are in a summer lull, but this is different.

So, I had to make a decision today. Do I post once a month? Once a week? Do I go the opposite way, and blast 5 posts out in a single day? Nah! I will say that the less I am here, the more my site becomes an easy target.

So why am I still here? To be honest I believe in my work, I really do. And I want to see it do well. I ask for nothing in return, I make no money, I ask for no sponsors. I love to write, and I love to read your work, that’s why I’m here.

And I do get wonderfully encouraged. A blogging friend recently said I should, “share my gift.” That really makes my day! The strange thing is I had been thinking about writing more often. Many of you feel comfortable interacting with me through comments, and that is very special.

So, I don’t want to end this blog, or my faith based blog, Walking through Psalms, which is also limping along. And no, I’m not just looking at stats.

I have some ideas for moving forward, and one idea I have for now, is to share some of my older work with you. Did you know that for awhile I was posting twice a day, and I wrote fiction? There are more than 2,100 posts on this site!

And maybe I’ll throw in a quote once in a while, or an update about my wife and I. Let me know what you think. I’m seeking your input.

To all my readers thank you for reading and for your wonderful support!

Peace.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Praying for Thunder

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In the scorching of our most difficult desert, it is so easy to carry our wounds

and walk away. To leave any fragment of who we are,

whatever gift we once were, and declare that sand

and bones are the only meaning.

Somehow, in our rocks hidden, we decide

to ignore the cycle of living,

believing we are safe.

So where is the rain?

The promise

of flowers living

beyond

our devastation?

    

Perhaps,

we learn to see our spirits

as more than a mirror,

understanding

for the first time

the plight of cactus,

as we lift our eyes

praying for thunder.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

It is the Light

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Memories of our most sacred moments will often find their way,

drifting,

into our hearts

with our void seeking,

as if sunlight sparkles

on the surface of the ocean,

filtering

through the deep.

I wonder

if we are more than waves

rolling towards the shore,

curling

into a magnificent spirit,

crashing

then washing the Earth.

It is the light isn’t it?

That moves us beyond

the pain,

into the new hope shifting

taking shape

within us.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies